Lion Head Mesa Canis Major, Canis Minor, Canis... Mediocris?

Feel free to skip over me for now since Quiet isn't doing anything but listening

Quiet sat quietly, doing what she did best: listening. The hybrid was unseen by the pale, young wolf, and Cicero ignored her all together, focusing entirely on the pale wolf who spoke of poisons and "bad guys". Without context Quiet didn't know what to make of it all. She was confused but thought that if she listened for a bit longer she would make sense out of this.